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It happened about 8 years and 7 months ago. I was on some kind of forum with a bunch of these people called the jbopre, who are harmless people really; They're speakers of this weird "constructed language" called Lojban, invented as some kind of completely unambiguous langauge, to test whether learning a language without any syntactic ambiguity would do anything weird to a person's brain. But anyway, one day someone posted this weird picture of some kind of anime ice-wing lady, looking all angry and tough, saying in terribly broken Lojban "do pu klama lonu le tolvu'e jbitca mamgle" (You came to the motherfucker of immoral neighborhoods'). And I was like, "le ta da'able bebna ma du" (Who is that weak idiot?) "mui ma bevri lo pa co'e skufli le'o ti" (Why did you bring such an illiterate bastard in here?)
I have regretted that for the rest of my life. About five months later, I started noticing strange happenings inside my house. It started with a few cold puddles appearing on the floor in the middle of the summer. Then, later, I started noticing these weird ice shards sticking out behind pieces of furniture. I didn't think much of it then, passing such occurrences off as just the sun reflecting off of stuff in my house.
But then, one day, I come home to find the splattered remains of a fucking toad on my doorstep. It looked like it had been brutally eviscerated by someone. There were guts and blood everywhere, and the smell was indescribable. It almost looked like it had been... refrigerated, like someone had been keeping this dead frog for months, or even years, and only now decided to deploy it. Whoever did this had even made a little number "9" encased in a circle drawn with the blood of the frog. But even here, I was skeptical, passing this off as maybe some teenagers having a shitty prank.